Georgy Zotov. Ivangelie (№ 314059)

- Madam, the tavern is the essence of the Russian soul. Our state. Our ideology. Love, if you want. Everything merges into a single frenzy, the clink of glass and the intoxicating smell of pickles from the wooden barrels, tickles you nostrils.
- (Nodding seriously.) Yes, you are a poet.
- Ah, miss. As inscribed on the wall of one of the public restrooms near the village Mitino "to know the love and passion of the fans we are, alas, not destined... Among the shit we all poets among the poets we the shit".